[It isn't long after the book of sonnets has been discovered that William leaves his own small gift on Loki's pillow. It had been in the works, but paying for whims took much more planning and working here than it always had back home. The brooch is more of a complete circle than the penannular brooch he'd intended, but there's a delicacy to the piece in place of the usual utility which seems to suit. The stone, at least, has the rippling, swirling greens that remind him of home, overlaid with a delicate silver filigree not out of place with much of what he'd seen adorning his husband. There's an inscription in thin scrolling font etched along the inner rim: "And I will come again, my luve, though it were ten thousand mile."
Difficult to do anything as a surprise in a shared space, but hopefully the effect can be managed.]
[ oh. isn't it lovely? loki traces the filigree gently, conscious of how fragile it could be. he can't remember the last time he received a gift — no, that's not true. it had been nearly two years ago that senua had left her the little runestone, combining the old with her impressions of him.
he still carried it in his pocket. now senua is gone. thor is gone. all that they had, all they made here was gone. all loki had was a pocket full of memories in his head. loki will never understand how they can just be gone and never say goodbye.
but he has this. and his ring. william understands, loki thinks to himself as he pins the broach to his chest, the weight of us. ]
[This isn't something to be kept a secret, of course. This is another link in the chain of declarations they've been making to one another since even before they'd taken one another's rings.
Still, the beaming smile when William catches his first glimpse of Loki wearing the pin is a painful sort of giveaway.]
There you are, my heart. [Can he catch Loki's fingers? He'd love to kiss the god's knuckles.] Terribly handsome today.
[Wonderful. Every moment is wonderful, of course, but this lightness is a particularly precious gift.]
Perhaps so.
[And perhaps it's acceptable to pepper a few more kisses against his husband's skin, tracing an affectionate arc along the lovely curve from knuckles down to wrist.]
[ he wants to believe that, so desperately. he wants to believe this can last. but the doubt has firmly cemented itself in his mind. he knows better. his fingers sweep over william's face, cradling it. ]
[Time, then, to get himself curled properly around Loki for a contented squeeze of a hug.]
I know my bones are brittle, and my limbs go missing, and my most ambitious lifetime is nothing against the universe. [The awkward truths of humanity, but William's still smiling.] But you won't lose this.
[Hopefully a bit reassuring. If not, the hug might be.]
[It's lovely to trust deep in his own bones that Loki's heart will carry him. It's lovelier still to believe that the god will feel the ferocity of his devotion even when they aren't curled together like this.
A thought sealed, as ever, with the smiling press of a kiss.]
[ it's the one thing he never learned how to stop. he's tried, so many times, to cut it off. but it never does. so, at least, loki has learned to accept it fully. ]
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dothelokimotion) wrote2020-04-18 07:42 am
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Difficult to do anything as a surprise in a shared space, but hopefully the effect can be managed.]
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he still carried it in his pocket. now senua is gone. thor is gone. all that they had, all they made here was gone. all loki had was a pocket full of memories in his head. loki will never understand how they can just be gone and never say goodbye.
but he has this. and his ring. william understands, loki thinks to himself as he pins the broach to his chest, the weight of us. ]
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Still, the beaming smile when William catches his first glimpse of Loki wearing the pin is a painful sort of giveaway.]
There you are, my heart. [Can he catch Loki's fingers? He'd love to kiss the god's knuckles.] Terribly handsome today.
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[ it's said smoothly as his fingers curl around william's own. ]
Perhaps I simply glow in my husband's presence.
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Perhaps so.
[And perhaps it's acceptable to pepper a few more kisses against his husband's skin, tracing an affectionate arc along the lovely curve from knuckles down to wrist.]
Best I stick beside you, then.
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Mmm, I would hate to lose it.
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[A small shift to press a kiss now properly against his husband's cheek, utterly content to smile against the god's skin for a lingering heartbeat.]
You won't, you know.
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Of course not.
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I know my bones are brittle, and my limbs go missing, and my most ambitious lifetime is nothing against the universe. [The awkward truths of humanity, but William's still smiling.] But you won't lose this.
[Hopefully a bit reassuring. If not, the hug might be.]
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You are my husband. When all are fables, you will live on.
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[It's lovely to trust deep in his own bones that Loki's heart will carry him. It's lovelier still to believe that the god will feel the ferocity of his devotion even when they aren't curled together like this.
A thought sealed, as ever, with the smiling press of a kiss.]
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I feel it.